We are alive, to see the end of us Struggling to reach the finish line To designate our time to questionable lives So called meaningless, still there'
We are alive, to see the end of us Struggling to reach the finish line To designate our time to questionable lives So called meaningless, still there
Translation: Texture. Circular.
We don't need a savior to be saved We only need a clear head and a drive We walk with our heads high and make our time worthwhile People with plans,
Fighting storms with good intentions Distant thunder sounds Observe, listen, join the restless It's fine The most beautiful thing we can experience
First ray of light Introduction to being aware of Taking turns in shifting from fiction To living in constraint It's real but changing My form is changing
the boundaries of perception Lay salvation or mental starvation I pull, push Parallels and circles Weaving the thread to My centre of gravity Circular
Genetic code broken Alpha and omega Mathematical approach Where does the end begin? Code of life cycle I am breathing Swallow sins like the wind Breathes
Shedding this skin A shadow remains To be reborn again Out of the ashes Stretching out to cover the world Applying cavity Denying gravity It makes no
Begging to differ Your reign will soon be over The recipe for your demise Has been boiled down You need the courage To get the heart you always needed
Hold still, it swiftly passes Innocence Tread fast on known paths And be firm Strangeness is my grace Remain silent Solace, a comfort we embrace Remembrance
